The Muse Within

30 Saturday Apr 2022

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So many things need to come out of my head
so much music ready to be unleashed into the world
the sense of creativity this time has reached level red
and I am alone in the studio as if I do not want to be heard

I have played and replayed this inside my mind
I think I ‘m ready but maybe I ‘m not, who’s to decide
the art has to be released, for other people to find
this kind of self esteem needs not to be denied

Is it the right time or is it not? nobody knows for sure
it’s just a matter of a brave move, you have to believe in
the hesitation is normal, the publicity you have to endure
once you show to the world the muse that comes from within

Sweet Floyd
30.04.2022

Last Walk: X

31 Thursday Mar 2022

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It’s heavy when you realise how much time has passed
things are not getting easier yet this is still a must
we are all part of this and eventually going to turn to dust
the memory deep inside the mind recalls that walk

It’s already a decade since then and it’s still strong
I ‘ve gone through a lot lately but it’s still in there
all the conversations, the plans, of course, the dare
come to think of it, that walk wasn’t after all that long

The music in my head today comes from back then
the immortality of music, the high hopes, the dream
the only thing compromised is indeed my self esteem
but a decade later I ‘m happy to remember that walk, the last walk: ten

Sweet Floyd
31.03.2022

Rock’n’Roll Girl

07 Monday Mar 2022

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She’s giving you the chills when she’s around
you can’t be yourself, about it, there’s no doubt

You moved on too quickly because you are impatient
she forced you to wait by calling you self-complacent

An impulsive passion has grown that deep inside burns
she is no game to play with, wait till she returns

The hope remains while the waiting still goes on
she rocked your mind and left you hanging upon

You are willing to wait for as long as you have to
a younger you, the rock’n’roll girl made you get back to

Sweet Floyd
07.03.2022

The Progress is Slow

28 Monday Feb 2022

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“There has been a change in the plans” you hear
every so often in the daily routine that it is now clear
nothing gets done in a short amount of time
everything keeps stalling and “needs more time”

Not sure if that’s the standard or the standard is the excuse
apparently there’s delay in everything or less is of use
which one is better or worse I cannot decide upon
it depends on your perception of what you can control

It’s almost like a mountain, a target for every one and each
the closer you climb to the top the more is getting out of reach
and when all these things in your mind make you feel low
you can accept that the progress is and has always been slow

Sweet Floyd
28.02.2022

Viral Menace

31 Monday Jan 2022

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Too many choices to think about
while a threatening virus is still around
plans for coming summer have been made
with fingers crossed they will not fail

Past couple of years were not hard enough
hard times are ahead and seems not to be far
a war is about to break out once again for peace
can all these bad situations end now please?

Things to consider when things go bad
nothing is for certain which can be sad
yet it is good for bad things to come to an end
and let us all live healthy in peace for real this time my friend

Sweet Floyd
31.01.2022

Consistency Concerns

31 Friday Dec 2021

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The feeling of something coming near to the end
gets you in the mood for achieving more my friend
yet be careful for it might stress you up a bit
and surely there’s no need for such a treat

It’s so hard to remain consistent in this routine
as every new thing gets squeezed in between
the rest of the “tasks” that need to be done
and slowly you realize that it is indeed not fun

Consistency needs sacrifices you have to make
on top of all the chances you had so far to take
perhaps we should be flexible with it in a way
be able to pull the strings loosely within the day

Yet the greatest concern of all of them to think about
lies within the fact that there’s no control all around
there’s always these things which are out of your control
and make you think eventually there can be no consistency at all

Sweet Floyd
31.12.2021

One More Last Time

29 Wednesday Sep 2021

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I promised myself I wouldn’t do it again
I promised myself I wouldn’t do it again
I promised myself I wouldn’t do it again
I never kept that promise yet again

Last time was the last time I would cheat myself
Last time was the last time I would cheat myself
Last time was the last time I would cheat myself
This time is the last time I will cheat myself

Countless “last times” for what the heart desires
kind of like addiction kind of like burning fires
there’s nothing to compete with this great lie
you know there will be one more last time

Sweet Floyd
29.09.2021

Floored

15 Sunday Aug 2021

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Nine years later I find myself down on the ground again

And I realised not many things have changed since then

But nine years is a lot of time if you think about it really

A lot of things have changed, you just didn’t realise it silly

In the advent of things that will change your life for good

You didn’t get to play with them enough, you stayed put

Waiting for the next ones that will come and lift you up

You are still on the wait because you do not notice it love

Nothing to worry about probably it’s just the way you are

Down on the ground, physically and mentally, waiting from afar

Sweet Floyd
15.08.2021

Prevalent Dementia

17 Saturday Jul 2021

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The times have taken me a few years back
when grandpa was alive and everything in luck
he could understand who I was and call my name
often to guide and teach me as I was hard to tame

The work that needed to be done had no pay
the return was everything he did and say
it took me years to actually figure it out
I ‘m not sure however if now he would be proud

The memories eventually will most likely fade away
it’s impossible in fact to carry them with all the way
the memories are kept alive by those left behind
they cannot be kept forever in just one’s mind

for the one at some point will pass away…

Sweet Floyd
06.07.2021

Block

20 Sunday Jun 2021

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There suddenly comes an appealing thought
to abandon everything and block it all
things that have been in my possession for years
as well as habits, games, social media and peers

Block everything and everyone out of my mind
for the mind’s peace I ‘ve been trying to find
I ‘m being selfish right now and that I know
but I need some time every once in while alone

It is not simple and not easy as it sounds
the block cannot be effective when in chaos
even this needs a plan of execution but why
the execution, you know, is always hard to apply

In fear not to forget, I keep forgetting things
things that matter most to me; people not just things
these are the parts of my life I do not want to block
these are the bits of me that will get me back strong

Concentration has started to get weakened as it seems
I may unwillingly start losing my connection to a lot of these
yet I come back to them in some weird unexplainable way
finding peace through them; is an understatement to say

Yeah, you can’t set a block on those… you just can’t

Sweet Floyd
20.06.2021